night

The night goes on and I'm still here. Waiting, curling in on myself. Stomach churning.  The sheets crease with ease, peaking all over my body, I toss, restless. Sweaty palms, desperate for your touch. The cotton kisses back, the room turns too still. Shapes become defined and the darkness seems less dark, yet it's still empty, without you. My mind forces itself to accommodate you, your breath soft against my cheek. Just a breeze in the night. I miss you, all of you. I breath deeply, filling the night air. My sighs fill the night and I breathe your name 


A piece by Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey